I'm not sure whether I should send this as an email, so I'm asking for your help. There's a great chance that this never hits her inbox, but I needed to reflect. Here it goes:
I am writing you this afternoon to inform you about what has been happening in the Stevens household for the past few weeks. In fact, I'll get right to it: I'm doing a lot of my son's homework for him.
He is supposed to read the directions for his homework, but he struggles, so I help him... well, it becomes me reading it to him because I get frustrated.
He is supposed to write sentences about a picture that he draws, so I help him... well, I tell him what to write so that it's a complete sentence and how to spell his non-sight words.
He is supposed to create math problems, so I help him... well, I craft the story for him and coach him through the math.
He is supposed to go through his sight words as practice, so I help him... well, I don't do it nearly as often because he's so busy completing his homework pages that are assigned every week. I would love to, but by the time we get done with homework, it's time for dinner, then bath, then cleaning up, then books, then bed.
He is supposed to be a young and energetic boy, exploring and discovering, so I help him... well, I don't really, because I know that he holds you in such high regard and doesn't want to get in trouble for not doing his homework. He's more concerned about doing your homework packet than putting together his LEGO set, drawing dinosaurs, or reading his own books.
I will continue to find ways in which his curiosity can be fostered, his imagination be set free, and his love of learning to be nurtured, all while he churns through his homework packets and burns through pencil-top erasers in fits of frustration of apparent incompetence. I'm a fellow educator, but certainly not an expert in elementary education.
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